Our Mother Who Art Below
by Lindsey Wehking
Our Mother, who art below,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy rhythm come, thy mystery be done,
On earth as is in blood.
Give us this day our daily fruit,
And forgive us our forgetting
As we forgive those who turned our power against us
Women, confused by our own magic
Women, fuming with shame
Lead us not into protection,
But deliver us from rage
